⚠ CONTENT WARNINGS ⚠
Abuse
Assault
Kidnapping
Violence
Blood
Manipulation
Forced relationship
Stalking
Themes of rape
Murder
Do not read this story if any of these trigger you. Take care of yourself and get lost in another book.
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Reading this version of the ending while standing in line for my maths exam, I knew I had to do it, or put a spin on it. Originally, I was just going to make this a part of Zalgo's ending, but I really love the idea I already have for his ending, thus this becomes a part 2. enjoy!
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It had now officially been a month since the loss of your legs. Eventually, after the burning, the denial ran out, and so did your hope. You slowly became a shell of what you once were, hollow and void. It was like someone had stolen Y/N, and hadn't returned her yet. You were like a TV on standby. Nothing but static.
A CD player without music, a cake without icing, a plushie with no stuffing, a flower with no petals, thunder without lightning, nothing.
The same cycle of having your one meal at noon, your daily bath and diaper change at 6. Listening to the pastas disperse in the rooms below you, laughing, shouting, crying, speaking. Brian who would come in occasionally and talk with his eyes half closed, Toby who would just sit, and look. E.J. who wouldn't check the healing anymore but would make small talk.
You never said a word. Never voiced a want or a need, and it killed them.
From your counting, it had been one hundred and nine days, thirteen hours and fifty four minutes since the burn.
You tried not to think about your legs, or what once was. Tried not to look at the wheelchair parked by the bed, tried not to move.
You had bedsores along your back from all this time spent in bed. You missed the green of the forest.
You missed Zalgo.
When they burned him, it's like a part of yourself was ripped away, and it hadn't returned. Nor did you think it would.
These monsters had taken something from you, something important.
And you were going to get it back, if it was the last thing you ever did.
From adjusting to your new legs, no longer did you need the assistance of the pastas. You could bathe yourself, use the bathroom on your own, and you learnt how to dress yourself, and your 'wounds'.
